Thursday, December 15, 2016

Destruction of Native Vegetation and Habitats on a Vast Scale


by John

Below is an extract from the activist poetry journal I have been keeping for thirty-five years.

At a time when what is left of Australia's natural environment is under serious threat, or is literally being demolished, I feel a need to bring to people's attention the fact that this assault is on a massive scale and happening everywhere.

The Western Australian Main Roads Department and private contractors are clearing old-growth trees on roadside reserves at a horrendous rate, and there is little or no protest. And when there is, objections are met with silence. 

The removal of old-growth trees along the York-Quairading Road is happening right now — dozens and dozens of massive salmon gums, wandoo trees, and York gums. The front page of the most recent York & Districts Community Matters confronts this situation. The mass clearing of roadside vegetation between Southern Cross and Kalgoorlie along the Great Eastern Highway is happening apparently without scrutiny or protest (though thousands of people drive past these clearings daily). 

What's happening at Beeliar is an expression writ large of the contempt in which officials and companies hold the natural environment. This is closely connected to the interface between capitalist exploitation and the rise of global fascism. In Western Australia, as elsewhere, the Environmental Protection Agency and other such bodies are increasingly becoming a rubber stamp for business and rapacious governments.

6/10/2016

I have just written to the CEO of Goomalling Shire regarding the intention to clear old-growth wandoos and salmon gums (well over a hundred years old with nesting hollows) from along the edge of the Wongamine Nature Reserve on the Nunile-Bejoording Road. Another local government outrage, indifference, insensitivity and maliciousness as an extension of the state’s and federal government’s machinery of environmental destruction as policy. Further, the bauxite miners are back and staking new claims through the Avon Valley, aiming to delete jarrah and marri forest to create open-cut mines. As the Toodyay Herald reports (October 2016, article by Brian Dale from the Avon Hills Mining Awareness Group): ‘It seems not a month goes by without the announcement of a new mining tenement in the Avon region.’

The bauxite miners are trying new angles on new zones in their effort to consume the remaining forest to make more window frames, planes, bits of cars, etc. This latest abomination even includes the Inkpen Nature Reserve. All voices of opposition — feet on the ground, literary, artistic, traditional owners (so often neglected and ignored in these conversations), social and cultural disobedience need to be focussed on preventing this cascading colonisation.

I wrote to the CEO of Goomalling Shire this evening:

Dear Clem Kerp, CEO, Goomalling 

I would like to add my voice to the deep concern being expressed over the removal of old-growth trees on the Bejoording Road in Nunile. I (and my family) know these trees very well, and they are essential to the health of the ecosystem in the region. There are few enough of such trees left, and the removal of these will have a long-term detrimental effect on bird-life and the environment in general. I beg you to change your plans for the road before it's too late. I am willing to assist in any way I can for this conservation aim.  Thanks. 

Sincerely,
John Kinsella


11/10/2016

No reply from the Shire of Goomalling re my letter. Will head out to the old-growth trees at Nunile later today and see what the situation is. Take photographs (or Tracy will). First stage of protest is the letter, second takes place in situ. Problem with trying to campaign for this is that it’s relatively ‘isolated’, and ‘lone’ action can leave one vulnerable to violence with little chance of success. When my brother and I were protesting old-growth karri logging in the southwest thirty-years ago, we were actually hunted down and shot at and took refuge overnight in the forest.

The Toodyay Naturalists’ Club are very angry about the situation and I will make contact/liaise with them if I can. Community is necessary in such actions. Can poems work this late in the piece? I will try.

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I have written to the Toodyay Naturalists’ Club. All avenues with this one!

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HORROR!!! ... The Shire of Goomalling have already chopped down those old-growth trees. We went to look at them this afternoon to work out an approach to help save them and the Shire had done the filthy deed. Tracy has taken dozens of photographs to document it. There’s almost nothing like these trees left in the area now. 


And as we lamented, a pink-and-grey galah appeared out of the hollow of one of the remaining trees in the ‘background’, looking down at us and the wreckage of its habitat. 


There is actually a vast space on the east side of the road that could have been used by the shire in their road widening, but no, they went for the trees where over the years Carnaby's cockatoos have nested. This MUST stand as a test case against such butchery. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!

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Letter to the Shire of Goomalling:

I am shocked and horrified to see the trees have already been chopped down. This is an outrage. This should not have been allowed to happen! I will be speaking loud and wide about this disgrace. It is an ecological crime.

John Kinsella

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Swapping emails with The Toodyay Naturalists people. Sounds like something very malicious and calculated was behind this clearing of old-growth trees. The Naturalists’ Club is outraged and also want it to become a ‘test-case’ to prevent it ever happening again. It turns out that the area cleared wasn’t even part of Goomalling Shire, but actually part of Toodyay Shire.

And today the WA Government has said Roe 8 will go ahead through the vital Beeliar Wetlands despite a High Court challenge looking likely. Country is being eaten, eaten, eaten!

More: The Shire’s media release about the clearing (Feb, 2016) did not go to the people concerned about such issues and, what’s more, was released by Goomalling and not Toodyay (shire) where this ecological crime has been committed. And as for their ‘advisor’s’ comments that the Carnaby nesting hollow wasn’t in use, how ridiculous — Carnaby’s cockatoos return to hollows at intervals over many years. These old-growth wandoos and old-growth salmon gums are increasingly rare with the wholesale clearing of the wheatbelt (Goomalling only has 4.6 percent of its natural vegetation left according to the Naturalists’ Club in the Toodyay Herald, October, 2016). Cleared cleared cleared! That’s the only use poetic repetition should be put to — to illustrate grief, anger and to imprint itself on conscience.



‘Approval’

The neighbouring shire
clears old-growth trees — wandoo
salmon gums. Poaching.

The fall of nesting
hollows is to unleash voids
that cannot be filled.

Living stumps remain
after the chainsawing is done —
slices of trunks, limbs

laid out, distended
like a reconstituted
human skeleton.

Those living stumps will
be uprooted very soon —
erased. ‘Approval’.

Yellow crosses still
mark their bases — a yellow
that burns the psyche.
Form is of no use unless
it reconstitutes the flesh.

What use are the ‘rules’ of prosody in the face of such horror? What can poetry do? Language must break out of the constraints and restraints of the poem. Not become a set of shire minutes. I have sent this poem to Kwame as part ’45.’ of our collaboration: it’s a space in which I can work out activist approaches, as he also deals with the hells of hatred, the murdering of black men and women by the police forces of the United States.

45.

Another environmental outrage here, Kwame.
A neighbouring shire has manipulated a boundary

and cleared old-growth trees from the edge
of a nature reserve. I had been going into campaign

mode to try and stop them. We went out to visit
these old wandoos and salmon gums -- vital

nesting trees as it takes over a century of growth
and work by fire and termites, fungi and storms,

by all the natural acts of existence, for suitable
hollows to form in limbs and trunks, places

where cockatoos and parrots can lay eggs,
rear their chicks. Fewer and fewer of such

trees are left, as the land is ravaged by farmers
and developers and miners greedy for every

foothold, we must ensure that on the edges
and in the niches, these habitats persist.

But to go out and see the massacre
unleashed -- the horror of butchered

trees’ corpses, and a lone pink-and-grey
galah looking on from a remaining

nesting hollow in a nearby tree:
it imprints deep. Even the sunset

is bereft. But I've no room for metaphor --
it feels tainted, it feels like insult to injury, to death.

JK

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Over the years I have noticed that some activists can be disturbingly territorial about their ‘causes’ and campaigns. They wish to advocate in their ways, and through their controls. One offers to help and it’s ignored; or, say, when I was trying to save bushland and watercourses near Walwalinj in York when the shire wanted to create an ‘equine precinct’, a well-known environmental advocacy group showed no interest despite my repeatedly writing to them — they were focussed on their own campaign (necessary, but that doesn’t alter the need to be connected in these things). We will possibly have different views on how to approach issues and the best way to resolve them or advocate, but we need to communicate and, where possible, work together without hierarchies.

                                                            *

Astonishingly, just to finish the day, a far right ‘One Nation’ senator said in his maiden speech to parliament today that the nation belongs to ‘Anglo-Celts’, and that it is — wait for it — ‘being colonised’ (by non-Anglo-Celts?) and this his sort (the ‘real’ people of Australia?) are ‘being swamped’. He wants the ABC replaced with the ‘Patriotic Broadcasting Corporation’. It would seem like a sick joke but it’s true. Australia IS on the verge of falling into full-blown, literal fascism.

[end of extract from journal]

John Kinsella






Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Beeliar Wetlands Protest and Enforcing a Police State


This is part of a sequence of poems I've been working on over the last few years. As some of you will have seen in the news, the Western Australian Premier and Minister for Environment (makes me sick writing that absurd title), and other government enforcers, have had the police out in force to ensure the 'progress' of the destruction of the Beeliar bushland. Photos on the ABC website show a few police; today they had a phalanx of hoplites spread out to ward off the protesters so the attack on the bushland could continue. It's that brutal — it is an act of state violence that must be met with committed pacifist resistance. Non-violent action against the violence of state capitalism.


Sweeney Contemplates a Display of Force by the Police State

Distant now, and working out how to make a return, how to embrace
the wetlands and detrack the machines, Sweeney flew low through the rain
of grasshoppers rising up from the denuded plains, late crops shaking
their seed onto the scorched earth. I will return to the coastal plain,

said Sweeney loud to the parrots, loud to the crows, loud to the mulga
snakes, loud to the grasshoppers. I will stand with the protectors against
the troops of the dictator, against the builder of stadia and his wealthy,
uncouth mates. I will stand against their class pretensions, against their

sporting codes which read a little like the bishop leading an army
against the heathen. I am a heathen, Sweeney told the blue sky
stretched to breaking point; I am old as the earth but can’t even perch
on the outstretched branch of a York gum without feeling guilt. But I will fly

down to the marri, to the blackbutt, to the banksia, to the zamias and grass
trees and ask if I might perch temporarily, temporarily to watch over
the souls of those who dwell there, who know the stories, who connect
constellations with earth itself, who can unpick the codes, the fever

of growth, schematics of belonging. Red-tailed black cockatoos
will guide me in, give me strength.  I will ask to join the lines, speaking
my ancient tongue of respect. I will tell the police they must listen
to the ground through their feet, must listen to the whispering

coming out of the bush where there are as many worlds
as night reveals, spreading its sheet, a future unfurled.


            John Kinsella


More on the Beeliar Protest and Resistance - Environmental Activism and Poetry



Beeliar Protest Verbs


Killing jar, these wetlands
for government gameplay:
ventricle, atrium, white-tailed
black cockatoo. Jarrah resonance.
Imaging reptiles, marsupials. Boodjar.
Fence up to cull otherworldly.
Clean house.


*

Bulldozer. Catch-all.
Taxonomy overload.
Aesthetes shrink before
what’s to come. Non-
art. Tasteless. How many
words did Milton offer
the English language?
How many words
did the English language
steal from the Noongar people?


*

We saw light and blood seep
from the guttered banksia candle:
like premonition, we shrive
in this belief the worshippers
encased in buildings won’t
listen to. But some do,
their houses on the edge
of another way of living,
persisting.

*

James sends us a photo
from the Beeliar bushland —
a killed bandicoot shovelled up
and shown to motorists passing,
motorists who might soon
be taking the piece of highway
about to be inserted where
the bandicoot’s habitat
once lay, where the bandicoot
lived against the odds,
respite from the suburbs.

*

Management plan profiteering to CEO permission
open slather surface tension to glint a growth ring
absorption to freight blind snake unto pobblebonk
to delete quenda and value-add quality of life sink
bores to test the overlay presence of sealant while
rainbow bee-eaters ploy in dugouts to tip into refuse
removed from site as security only does its job in a pay
packet survivalist way forgive and forget and implement
bonfire and hope for camaraderie in this global singularity
this one season of consuming what’s left lest we miss out
lest we’re deprived in comparison deft dressing vanities
while recountings get relegated to books and stories
work overtime to lift the lost to deny the extermination
as it will be forgotten what was before the rapid transit
voting patterns as free as Trump Tower as free as bums
on seats in proliferating stadia to keep gladiators on
project and whose ancestors push against the blades
of the machines — have you ever seen the z-grade
movie Killdozer, dozer which comes to life mind
of its own all hyped up with agency and sugar
in its tank, in its belly, in its brutal table manners,
subtexts colonial unawareness the roadmap of Southern
Cross and sky on the ground and magpies waking to loss
as democracy makes tarmac Ö plain song, progredi, headway.


            John Kinsella


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Monday, December 12, 2016

Stop Destruction of Beeliar Wetlands


The Barnett government in Western Australia is beginning its destructive work in the Beeliar Wetlands in Perth, for the Roe 8 extension -- building a further section of the Roe Highway as part of the planned Perth Freight Link.

First came the fences and the trapping of wildlife -- in intense heat (see the Canberra Times about this) and now the machines.

Today there has been a heavy police presence at the protest camp (protectors' camp) on Malvolio Road in Coolbellup.

You can find out more about the struggle to stop this environmental disaster at Rethink the Link, and at Save Beeliar Wetlands.

If you are in Perth, you can call by and add your presence and support to the protest camp, or you can follow their news online.




Video by J. P. Quinton



Thursday, October 20, 2016

'Guns for Votes'



The Australian Broadcasting Commission has been under pressure to 'convert' to the right-wing paradigm that has consumed Australian political discourse over the last decades. Despite extreme cuts and constant political verballing, vestiges of independence have remained. However, reading this pathetic piece of political journalism on the ABC's website regarding the (in my opinion) intellectually and politically self-serving and hubristic David Leyonhjelm's love of guns, I fear that those last vestiges have finally been eroded.

This article is without an opposing view, does not even follow the basic tenets of fair journalism, and functions as an almost light-hearted romp with the senator as he goes in to bat for gun 'fun'. As the American election has taken the right into its fascist soul-lands and found it both ripe and willing, so has Australia lurched further and further into a far right inhabited by racist apologists, exploitative industrial-military 'libertarians' and religious bigots. This is the worst Australia of the many Australias I have experienced in my lifetime.

The weapons that have destroyed liberty in the United States for so many victims will also completely destroy liberty for many in Australia. These bastards who trade in 'talk' and 'votes' and 'opinions' care only for themselves, not for you. Yes, 'people kill', but guns make it a whole lot easier for them to do so.

I grew up with an understanding and familiarity with guns, and turned away from them in my youth in a very literal and specific way. My poetry is opposed to violence in all forms, though it often 'illustrates' it. Guns are not fun — we are only taught that they are fun. And when they become semantic ploys of right-wing libertarians, they are distributed as tools of ideological conflict. Tools that maim and kill.

John Kinsella


Monday, September 5, 2016

Elegy: Kalgoorlie 2016



Elegy: Kalgoorlie 2016
  
The distance between a Facebook page
and a mineshaft, where vigilantes threaten

to drop the murdered, is so very small.
Behind screens is only part of the damage,

it’s when bigots emerge from self-
illumination, self-images in their eyes,

that it all comes together: the running down,
the killing, the justifications. In a mining town

the burrowing down to what might be at the core
of belief is also an attempt at erasure: to mine

away souls. But desecrators unearth
their own demons, digging deep to find

the white goods they desire: as Dr Plot
conjectured in 1667: ‘lapides sui generis,

naturally produced by some extraordinary
plastic virtue, latent in the earth...’ this fossil

record we turn ourselves inside out for,
reaching too low. And so, frontiers

are made on the field of the screen,
and Kalgoorlie — out there — epicentre

of the goldfields, cutting edge of race riots,
Superpit-proud of the venal seams in the Aussie flag,

flexes its Midas touch on God’s Own Country
while a dead boy’s family grieve and grieve and grieve.



            John Kinsella